Why it took so long for him to say those words to her, Lark really wasn't sure. It seemed such an obvious thing now. Ever since she'd come back from her time away, however long ago that had been, they'd been almost inseparable. It didn't hurt that most of the other wolves he cared for had disappeared; it made it that much easier to spend so much time with her. It made any of the strangeness, any of the 'I'm not really sure what we are', all sort of.. fade away. Maybe not completely, but it certainly was no longer in the forefront of his mind like it used to be.
He was briefly unsure if he'd said the right thing. Lark had never exactly been good with girls. Actually, the only girl he'd ever had anything more than a friendship with was Lillie, so he didn't quite know how to gauge if he was any good at this. But he could tell he hadn't totally fucked up by the way she started to smile and laugh. Not like she was laughing at him, but just laughing out of pure joy. He joined in on the smiling, feeling heat rise to his face as she replied that she loved him too. Her words were only slightly more eloquent than his, and he laughed softly. "Good, then we're on the same page." Lark had never worried that she couldn't reciprocate his feelings, but he felt a strange touch of relief at her words.
As well as relief, he found a rush of warmth in his belly. God - he loved her. It felt right to say to himself, as well to admit out loud. Lark felt strangely giddy at the admission, and shifted to lean into her and nip a bit harder at the paw he'd kissed so gently before.
